A shaft of blue sky
Clear sun light
The sway of the chimney
The bay outwith of leaf
It is daft this mourning
With summer near
To laugh my all
In loudest cheer
My craft on dry land
In a sea of tears
You hold my hand
Offer to take on my fears
Shadows are about me
The bright moment
Seen earlier is moved on
The daylight now without relief
You see
I cannot even write these words
Without the slopes on the margins
The time-line is gone; yes, she was the thief
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